Dorming With Dalton

[LukiusCurtiss]

Great story, Reed! Keep it up! I keep finding my self rereading old chapters in anticipation of the new ones.

 

[EasyRory]

Nice writing. Yale doesn't have "dormitories" though. It has colleges - like the houses in Harry Potter.

Harvard actually calls them houses; Yale has to be different.

 

[DonQuixote]

Hmm, We stayed in an old brick co-ed building, one of many, that I thought they considered Dorms. No one from the hosting squad that took us to the building we stayed at referred to them as colleges.

Normally, a University has many Colleges of academic study - e.g. College of Engineering, College of Math and Sciences, College of Applied Science and Technology, National Technical Institute for the Deaf, College of Fine Arts, College of Business, College of Information Technology, etc.

But these are focused on Academics, and degree concentrations, not sleeping quarters.

 

[Sean20]

hae Reed
u got an amazing story hia...
thnkx for sharing wid us...
waiting for the next chapter hehehe
j

 

[citizen-seth]

Hmm, We stayed in an old brick co-ed building, one of many, that I thought they considered Dorms. No one from the hosting squad that took us to the building we stayed at referred to them as colleges.

Normally, a University has many Colleges of academic study - e.g. College of Engineering, College of Math and Sciences, College of Applied Science and Technology, National Technical Institute for the Deaf, College of Fine Arts, College of Business, College of Information Technology, etc.

But these are focused on Academics, and degree concentrations, not sleeping quarters.

Its the same concept as Edun and Fasque Houses in 'The Surly Bonds'

 

[gaytxn09]

Love this story. Keep up the good work!

 

[EasyRory]

Hmm, We stayed in an old brick co-ed building, one of many, that I thought they considered Dorms. No one from the hosting squad that took us to the building we stayed at referred to them as colleges.

Have a look at:

http://www.yale.edu/admit/freshmen/residential_life/index.html

 

[reed422]

I just called them dorms because it was easier. I'll post another update within the next few days.

 

[imMikey]

You've got an amazing story here, please do continue. I simply can not wait to continue reading more chapters =]

 

[DonQuixote]

Guys,
I tip my hat to you. They must spread the residential colleges across multiple buildings. And, I know the building we were in had at least one senior.

Reed, sorry for distracting from your story thread. I'm looking forward to your further chapters.

 

[EasyRory]

I just called them dorms because it was easier. I'll post another update within the next few days.

It's a minor matter. I hope you overlooked it. You write very well.

 

[littletosay]

Excellent start to this story. I'm very intrigued, I hope you keep writing.

 

[HisBlueEyes]

Guys, its all fiction.. Who cares if he changed it? It's the Yale in his mind, his story.
Great story, keep it up.

 

[reed422]

Chapter 4​

I got out of the pool, grabbed a towel to dry myself off and headed inside. I looked in the living room first, then the kitchen and dinning room, down in the basement, and finally in the office, but he wasn’t there. I knew he had to be up in his room. I headed up the stairs and ran down the hall way until I reached his room. I knocked on the door but he didn’t say anything so I opened it and proceeded into his room.

The wall his bed was on was black. Not that fake black color like the color of chalkboards, but like night black. The rest of the walls were a lighter grey color and had white molding on the ceiling and the floor. The wood floors that were downstairs and in the hallway continued into his room and there was a rug under his bed. The rug was a deep red color like the color of blood. His bed spread was black as well, but the sheets and pillow cases were the same red as the rug. For such a normal looking guy, his room sure was dark and depressing.

He was sitting on his bed towards the windows with his back to the door. He had his face placed in his hands with his elbows propped on his knees. I sat on the bed next to him and looked out the window not saying anything for a few minutes.

“Dalton.”

His head was still buried in his hands.

“I just want to let you know that what happened, is perfectly fine.”

“You think kissing another guy is okay! What the fuck’s wrong with you. I completely lost my self-control and kissed you. I’m so sorry, if you want to go back to campus, I’ll pay for a taxi or something to come and get you.”

He was looking out the window now with a look of sorrow on his face.

“Dalton.” He didn’t turn his head. “Dalton, look at me!”

He turned his head slowly to look at me.

“It’s okay because I’m gay.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been gay since high school, but nice try.” I laughed.

“Oh.”

“And I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you that day in Economics.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Dalton. I know this may seem corny but my heart skips a beat when I see you and I like spending every minute I can get with you. When you asked me to come here I was hesitant at first because I didn’t know if you really meant it but I didn’t care. I saw it as a chance to spend more time with you and I took it. And when you gave me that bathing suit of yours, I got a boner because I knew that it was on your body before and that I would be wearing it. Then just now on the jet ski, when I was holding on to you and able to smell your body, that gave me a huge hard-on. I don’t know if you were able to feel it pressing against you, but I sure as hell had one.”

“I felt it.” He laughed a little. “I really do that to you?”

“Yes, Dalton. You’re a sexy, hot, muscular guy, and I love to look at you and love everything about your body. And as I got to know you better over these past few days and saw that you’re actually a nice guy, I fell in love with your personality.”

“You love me?”

“I don’t know if it’s love just yet, but I like you Dalton. I really like you a lot.”

“And you’re serious.” I nodded. “You’re not joking?” I nodded again. “Okay good, because I’ve been feeling the same way about you but just shoved it to the back of my head.”

“Are you gay, Dalton?”

“I don’t know.” He looked confused.

“You’ve had sex with girls before right?”

He nodded.

“Have you ever done anything with guy?”

“You’re the first guy I kissed.”

“Did you like it?”

He nodded.

“Are you just horny or something and just acted upon hormones?”

He shook his head side to side this time and I felt so much relief in my heart that he actually had feelings for me.

“I’m guessing you reached orgasm while you had sex with the girls?”

He slightly nodded his head up and down like a shy high school boy.

“Did you like it?”

“Well yeah it felt good because I was able to blow my load, but the fact that I was doing it with a girl gave me nothing. I got nothing out of seeing her boobs or her vagina or anything.”

“Well, Dalton, if it were to me I’d say you’re gay.”

“That means I can be with you right?”

“If you want to, then yes.”

“Being gay won’t be that bad then.” He smiled again and seemed to be back to him old self. “By the way. On the jet ski, I had a hard-on too, and when your hand fell in my lap, I got nervous and decided to throw us off into the water. So sorry about that.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hard to not feel something that big that’s poking out of a pair of thin shorts.” He turned a light shade of red.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

“Can I hold you?” He asked.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. To see what it feels like.”

“Sure.”

He propped himself up leaning against the headboard and spread his legs open. I crawled in between them and laid back against his body. I rested my head against his right pectoral. He then wrapped his strong arms around me, rested his chin on the top of my head, and just held me.

“I like this.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The one thing I liked the most out of guys was the strength and protection you feel when a strong one holds you. You feel like nothing can ever happen to you or harm you when you’re in the arms of one of them. I also felt the body heat he was throwing off, which made it even better. I don’t know why, but he’s always hot and radiating heat.

“This has to be one of my favorite things, Dalton.”

“What, me holding you?” I nodded. “Why?”

“Because I just like feeling your body against mine, and I like it when people hold me.”

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was kidding.” I smiled up to him. “I just like the feeling of security and protection I get when someone holds me.”

“Oh, I know what you mean. I actually like holding people more than being held because I like having someone to look out for.”

“I guess we make a good pair then?”

“So we’re a thing now?” He asked quietly.

“If you want to be a ‘thing’.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed.

“Well, I guess we’re together then.”

We really didn’t talk much after that, we just laid there. He was still holding me and still had his head resting on top of mine and there was no sign of him letting me go anytime soon, and I was perfectly fine with it. I brought my hand on top of his and gently rubbed back and forth. I heard him sigh when I first started doing it and it wasn’t a bad sigh, but a relaxing one.

I then took his hands into mine and started tracing them. His hands had veins in them that were visible at all times and they were much larger than mine. His hands also had this power in them, like he could easily hurt someone if he wanted to, yet they were also kind and caring at the same time. I then flipped his hands over so the palms were facing up and began to trace all the lines. When I got to the tattoos on his wrists, he tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him. I held on to them and just looked down at his wrists.
“I guess I should fill you in.”

“What do you mean?”

“About the tattoos I have and about my parents.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to though.” He took a deep breath and then started. “The reason why I have my parents’ initials on my wrists is because they died when I was eighteen. The tattoo on my chest, you know the quote you saw earlier with the date underneath it, that was the day they died.”

“So that means they died on Christmas Eve.”

He nodded.

“I’m so sorry Dalton.”

“Yeah, me too.” He paused for a second and took another deep breath. “They went out on Christmas Eve to a party and were coming home late and got hit by a drunk driver. My mother was killed instantly and my father passed away on the ride to the hospital. The worst part about it was I actually saw the accident, because when I got there, it wasn’t taken care of yet.

After the funeral and everything was taken care of, I went into this state of depression. That’s when I built this wall up where I didn’t let people get too close to me so they wouldn’t know anything about what happened. I also built the wall so I wouldn’t get to know anyone that well so if they were to leave I wouldn’t be attached to them.

When I was starting to feel a little better, a friend of mine from elementary school told me to get a tattoo of them to remember them by because it supposedly helps with closure. So I listened to him and wound up getting these three tattoos.”

“That’s a lot for an eighteen year old to go through.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy, but I’m fine with it now.”

“So that means, everything is yours?” I couldn’t think of anything to say and that was the first thing that came out.

“Not everything.” He laughed. “Just this house and what ever assets my parents had were split between the three of us.” He paused. “Oh, and my dad’s business, but that’s not mine until I’m done with school.”

“Holy shit!”

“What?”

“That means you have money…and a lot of it.”

“I guess so.”

He was so nonchalant about it. The house had to be a couple of million dollars and from the looks of it, his parents probably had another few million stored in the bank. Although he didn’t tell me what his father’s business is, it had to be very successful for him to pass it on to his son. Dalton was a twenty one year old millionaire.

I noticed his breathing slowed down and that he wasn’t moving as much anymore. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed and his mouth was cracked open a little. He had fallen asleep, holding me. I began to fall asleep myself, and before I knew it, my eyes were closed.

* * *
I woke up the next morning to Dalton knocking on my chest. It wasn’t a hard hit, but more of a gentle tap to wake me up. When I opened my eyes, his face was right in front of mine and his lips were getting closer. He rested his lips onto mine and began to kiss me. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but more of a passionate one. Even though he’s only been with girls, he definitely became a great kisser out of it.

“Mmm, that was nice.” I said as I rubbed my eyes.

“I guess it’s the same as kissing a girl.”

“Pretty much.”

“So how’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock actually. You have a really comfortable body to sleep against, and the heat you throw off is an added bonus.” I joked.

“Glad I could be of assistance.” He smiled. “You’re cute when you sleep.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I watched you while you were sleeping, hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s not creepy at all, Dalton.”

“Aren’t we the funny one?”

“I do try.” I kissed him back. “So what do you want to do today?”

“You.”

“Take it easy there old man. I actually like to build a relationship before hoping into bed with someone.”

“Since when am I an old man?”

“I call everyone old once they hit twenty one.”

“Does that make you a kid then?”

“If you want to call me kid, call me kid.”

“Nah, I like Christian.”

“You can call me Chris if you want. Christian makes me think of my parents.”

“I don’t like Chris, it’s too original, everyone has the name Chris.”

"If you really like Christian so much, you can call me that."

"Okay."

"So you said this is your house, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if your brother and sister got a house or something."

"My parents didn't really get along with either of them as well as they got along with me, so they left me the estates. My brother got my dads cars, while my sister got my moms jewelry, and then my parents split the money they had in the bank between the three of us equally."

"Wait…so how many houses are there?"

"Well, there's this one which was our vacation home which is the closet to school so I made this my main residence. The house I grew up in is closer to the city, has more land, and is bigger than this one. I still have that one but was thinking of selling it since nobody uses it currently."

"What kind of business did your father develop?"

"Well you see, my grandfather started this small insurance company with a friend of his when they first came to the country when they were my age. My grandfather’s friend named the company because he had more assets than my grandfather at the time. Well it took off rapidly and it grew into a pretty large company that started to become well known around the state. Then by the time my father was my age and my grandfather was ready to retire, the company was well known across the tri state area. My father then bought all the rights to the company from my grandfather’s friend’s son who no longer wanted to be involved. My father kept the name the same so people would still know about it and not get confused. And now its mine to manage. The last time I checked, it was valued at a few million dollars and the revenues its produced was in the high teens of millions."

"Why are you so nonchalant about all of this?"

"It's just money."

"Yeah, a lot of people have money and they're obsessed over it. Why aren't you?"

"Don't get me wrong Christian, I like to spend money on nice clothes, cars, jewelry and things like that, but I'm not showy about it. Yeah people see that I wear nice clothes or drive a nice car, but I don't show it off, its just there."

"Dalton Garcia, you are certainly something else."

"Thanks, I like to be my own person."

"As much as I'd like to continue this conversation, where’s the bathroom? I have
to pee real badly."

"Ill show you, I have to shower anyway."

He got out of bed still wearing his bathing suit from yesterday and walked across
the room. He opened the door on the left side of the television and pushed the
door open for me to walk through. Wherever we went, he always opened the door
for me to go first.

"Would you get weirded out if I got ready while you took a piss?" He asked
sheepishly.

"No, it doesn't bother me."

I walked over to the toilet and managed to get my dick out of my bathing suit and underwear just in time. I guess I really had to go because by the time I finished, Dalton brushed his teeth already and had the shower running. I walked over to the sink and washed my hand and brushed my teeth real quick with the tooth brush Dalton had placed at the other sink for me. Nothing’s worse than morning breath when your kissing someone.

"Do you take long to shower?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Because I want to take one today too and want to see if I should go first or
wait after you."

"What do you say if we shower together?"

 

[Sean20]

ooohhh....wow!! dis is getting better
thnkx reed

 

[Kyanimal]

Wow! This is certainly a much different Dalton than the one we first met! I'm liking this one much better!

And, he's right about the money. It doesn't/shouldn't really matter. For his own sake, I hope Christian can get past that, too.

I'm also a bit concerned about Christian being Dalton's first Guy. Dalton's previous record, with how he treated Girls, is not an encouraging sign. Granted, he was searching for himself, but was still rather callous in how he seemed to just "use" them. I hope the same doesn't happen to Christian.

I'm also wondering about Dalton's "less than motivated" approach to school. He's obviously "set for life", no longer subject to "parental pressure" (unfortunately), and unless it was a stipulation for his inheritance, the only other reason, that I can see, for his going to college, is to prepare himself for taking over the family company, which he doesn't seem to be all that interested in, either. That would leave it was something he Wanted to do for himself. And, yet, it was his seeming disinterest in his studies that got Christian "assigned" to him in the first place. So, I'm just a bit confused there.

All that said, though, I'm definitely looking forward to MORE of this story!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[closet-boy15]

Great chapter to this story can't wait for the next one !

 

[justright25]

The Dalton we first met, was mainly through the eyes of women. That Dalton was also apprehensive and unsure of what he wanted, possibly even frightened of his feelings. I think that Dalton was a closeted gay man searching for love but could not find it because of the fact that he was not attracted to women.

 

[DonQuixote]

Reed,
You are developing a wonderful story.
Great plot line, fleshing out the characters.

I see Dalton as foundering a bit, like a ship whose rudder has been broken, but who does have a deep seated desire to succeed and take over the family business.

It may not show in his outward youth, but I sense that it's there, nonetheless.

I think his newfound relationship may be just the new rudder to help him focus and succeed in school, and also in life.

But, that's just my humble opinion, lol.

Thanks for the story, in any event. I am enjoying it immensely.
It's not just a hop in the sack - there's a whole lot more going on.

 

[long91]

this is a really good story. is this a real story?